The Sultans Heirs

{Anger}

Zado

"Get out of my way!" Uncle Jafar yelled. Getting in my face as if he could intimidate me into moving. I clenched my jaw. Anger rushing through my veins.

That is all I have been feeling lately, Anger. I'm angry with Adam for getting killed by a mountain lion; I'm furious with Malik for killing himself. I'm angry at my parents for leaving when we needed them the most. And most of all, I'm angry at the Universe for taking away my brothers. 

Now, I'm angry at my uncles for trying to take their rooms three days after they died and not even considering how that would make us feel. 

"I don't care if you're my uncle," I said as I stepped towards him, inching my face closer to his, showing him that I wasn't intimidated by him.

"If either of you steps into one of my brothers rooms, I will break your legs." 

Uncle Jafar glowered. "I'm sick and tired of your threats, boy." 

"This isn't a threat. It's a warning." My voice was cold and hard, carrying a hint of danger. I wasn't making any empty threats time. I was serious. They were testing my patience. My fist was itching to collide with his face. 

"Mind your manners and know who you are speaking to." My youngest uncle, Omar, said as he glared at me beside Uncle Jafar. I crossed my arms. 

"I'll learn my manners once you learn your place." I said dryly. Knowing my tone made them angrier, but I couldn't care less.

"Why do you want to move into their rooms when you have your own?" My youngest brother, Moe, asked them from beside me. I couldn't care less what their reasons were. They weren't getting these rooms.

"We will be extending our stay here longer, and since these rooms are larger, it would be more comfortable for us." Uncle Omar explained as if that was an understandable enough reason for us. 

Jellal, who was standing on my other side, scoffed. "You can't be serious. Your rooms fit six people each. There is no reason for you to be uncomfortable in them." 

Uncle Jafar huffed in annoyance and threw his hands in the air as if he couldn't believe we were fighting them on this.

"You two are wasting your time." I said. "I don't care if your rooms are lit on fire. There are plenty of large rooms in this palace to fit your comfort. 

Uncle Jafar glowered at me, ready to tell me off, but he was taken off guard by Nabella, who came running to my side and pushed at his chest to make space between him and me.

 She stood between my uncles, my brothers, and me. "How could you?" she asked, her voice low and broken as if she were holding back tears. I looked down at my younger sister, my heart aching at the pain in her voice. 

"They just died!" She yelled. "Yet you dare come here and demand us to let you move into their rooms." She fisted her hands and was breathing heavily, clearly from running here. 

"I know we never really got along, but they are your nephews. Yet you act as if their deaths were something simple and easy to get over!" I didn't have to look at her face to know she was crying. I hated hearing her sound so broken. 

"Nabella." I placed my hand on her shoulder to try to calm her, but she shrugged my hand off. Too angry to listen to me.

"Do you not have a heart? Are you truly that wretched as to try to move into their rooms three days after they passed?" She stepped up to Uncle Jafar and pushed at his chest again. He just stood there and glared down at her; her words did not faze him at all.